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Wake Lloire's avatar

I had a similar experience as a young child at Robert Service’s house/museum.

Today the neighbour kids are playing in our yard, using spray bottles filled with water to dye the fresh snow. It is one of the girl’s 9th birthdays.

They asked if they could spray the snow, and I said they could make art of our front yard.

Then one of the young girls said “can we write inappropriate words like poop?” I laughed and thanked them for asking and said I’d prefer kind words in my yard, but love that there is a rogue party of 9 year olds who feel safe making art and asking questions in this small world of friendly neighbours who watch out for them.

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e.e. comins's avatar

I visited Hemingway’s house outside Havana. My cool curator story is talking to a lady by the pool who told me about his cats, and I’d been in Cuba talking to locals for enough days that I could understand *most* of what she said (the accent is incredibly different than the Mexican Spanish I’m used to). And there was an amazingly gorgeous thunderstorm.

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